“Jude,” I said or tried to say. For it was so choked, I didn’t think he heard me over the sound of his throaty groan when he spread my thighs apart. I stiffened again, about to sit up, but then his mouth was on me, his tongue doing exactly what his fingers had been just moments ago. I melted and mewled, stars bursting among the shadows on the molded ceiling. “Shit.” His laughter rumbled against my skin, his hands wrapped around my thighs, and then I started to shake. I’d given myself enough orgasms to know what was happening, but that still didn’t prepare me for the onslaught of pleasure that
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